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Hithriwen

Hithriwen
| Name | Hithriwen |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Cook, tailor |
| Age | Adult |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Travelling at the time |
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| Outward Appearance | Hithriwen is a lady of a dreamy attitutude, caring and gentle in both her demeanor and her voice. She ever yearns for tales of long journeys, yet easily collects herself when there is a need for assistance or dinner. She tends to be idealistic as her heart is pure; yet her eyes are not of those who are unwise, as the struggle of her people is long and her burdens are many. |
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Background
Hithriwen is the second daughter of her mother, and the third child in her family. Her eyes are those of deep silver, and her hair as dark as the forest depths.
She was born under the shade of the trees in the small Dunedain settlement in the area named "the Angle." She spent most of her days tailoring and cooking, all while listening to the tales of wandering from those that came to take rest and refuge from their long duty.
She learned the art of sewing and preparing food from her mother, both of which became a great delight to her, even moreso as they helped those that protected the lands from the reach of the Enemy. She could often be found embroidering and humming under the light of the rising sun, or gathering herbs for her teas during long walks around the settlement's edge.
Hithriwen possesses a fine knowledge of herbs, yet her hands are not those of a healer, and her skills are far from those that made it their calling.
She carries a set of travel notes, arranged into a hand-crafted leather cover (a gift made by her brother before she departed for her journey to Evendim with her betrthoed one).
| Friends | Some of those of her kin that live in the Angle |
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| Relatives | Betrothed: Nurahir |
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| Loves | She deeply loves Nurahir, but is modest of mentioning her affection to anyone on the side. Stories, poetry and the beauty of the stars are all dear to her heart. She dreams of visiting the sea one day, and of gazing upon the greatness of Annuminas. |
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| Hates | Servants of the enemy, those that threaten her kin |
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